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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Names,
Can,
Lower 48,
Television,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.