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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.