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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Skriet to the rap 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.