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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.