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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.