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 Oman and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.