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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.