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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.