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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.