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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.