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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.