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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
MC5,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.