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 China and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.