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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.