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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.