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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.