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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.