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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Neu!,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.