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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.