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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
PIL,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.