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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.