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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.