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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.