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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Smog,
the Association,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.