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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.