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 Estonia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.