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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Fear to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.