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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.