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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.