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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.