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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.