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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.