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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.