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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.