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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
10cc,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.