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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.