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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.