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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.