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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
cv313,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.