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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.