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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.