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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
The Cure,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.