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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.