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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.