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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Swans,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.