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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Can to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.