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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.