Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.