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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.