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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Rekid,
the Association,
Index,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.