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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.