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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.