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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.