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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.