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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.