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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.