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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.