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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.