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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sparks,
Unwound,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.