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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.