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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.