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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.