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 France and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Wire,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.