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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.