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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.