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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.