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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Organ,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.