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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.