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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.