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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Cymande,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.