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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.