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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.