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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.