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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.