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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.