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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.