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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.