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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lungfish 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.