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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Brick,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.