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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.