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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
UT,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.