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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.