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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
MC5,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.