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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Q65,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.