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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Television,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.