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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.