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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.