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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.