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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.