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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.