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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.