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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.