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 France and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.