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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.