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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.