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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.