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 Peru 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.