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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.