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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.