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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nas,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.