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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.