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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.