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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.