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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.