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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.