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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.