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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Index,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.