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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Camouflage,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.