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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.