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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Scientists,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.