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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.