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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.