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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.