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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Colin Newman 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.