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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.