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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.