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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.