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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.