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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.