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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Jawbox,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.