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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.