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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Josef K,
UT,
Sandy B,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.