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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.