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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.