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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.