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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
UT,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.