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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.