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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Faust,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.