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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Index,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.