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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.