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 Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
MDC,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.