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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.