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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Jandek,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.