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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.