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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.