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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.