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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Jandek,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.