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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.