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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.