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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.