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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.