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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
UT,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.