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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.