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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.