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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.