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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Television,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.