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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.