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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.