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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Techniques,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.