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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.