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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.