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 Egypt and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.