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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.