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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.