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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.