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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.