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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.