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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
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Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.