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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The Names,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.