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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.