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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.