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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.