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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.