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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.