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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.