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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.