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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.