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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.