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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.