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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.