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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.