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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.