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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.