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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.