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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.