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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.