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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.