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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.