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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.