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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.