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 China and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.