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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.