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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.