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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.