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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.