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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.