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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
New Order,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.