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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.