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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.