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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
UT,
Index,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.