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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.