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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.