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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Wings,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.