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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.