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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.