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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.