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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.