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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.