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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Nas,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.