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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.