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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.