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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
John Holt,
Can,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.