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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.