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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.