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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.