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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.