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 Germany 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Victims,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.