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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.