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 Poland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.