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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.