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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions 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?
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Visage,
The Index,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.