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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.