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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.