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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.