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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.