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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Q65,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Monolake,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.