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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.