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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.