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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.