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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.