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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.