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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Lalann,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.