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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.