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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
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.