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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.