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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.