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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Nico,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.