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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.