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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.