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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.