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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.