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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.