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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.