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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Japan to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.