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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Brick to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Slave,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.