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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
DNA,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.