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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.