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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.