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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.