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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.