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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.