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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Ten City,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.