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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.