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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Ronan 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.