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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.