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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.