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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.