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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.