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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.