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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pagans,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.