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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.