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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.