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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.