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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.