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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
cv313,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.