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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.