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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.