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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.