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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Television,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.