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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.