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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.