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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.