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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
JFA,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.