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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.