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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.