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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.