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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.