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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.