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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.