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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Cybotron,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.