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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Ludus 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Monolake,
Qualms,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.