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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.