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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Surgeon,
Brick,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Television,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.