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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.