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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.