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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.