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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.