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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.