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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.