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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.