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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.