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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.