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 Chile and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.