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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.