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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.