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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.