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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.