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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.