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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.