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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.