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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.