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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.