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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.