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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.