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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.