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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.