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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.