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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Darondo,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.