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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.