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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.