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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.