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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.