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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.