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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.