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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.