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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Lyres,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.