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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.