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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.