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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.