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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Move,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.