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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.