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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.