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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.