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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.