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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Scion,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.