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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.