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 Brunei and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.