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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.