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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Brick,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.