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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.