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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.