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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.