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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.