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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.