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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.