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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.