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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Index,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.