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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.