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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Can,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.