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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.