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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.