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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Monks,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.