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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.