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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.