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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.