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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Ronan,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.