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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Can,
10cc,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.