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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.