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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.