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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.