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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 organ 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.