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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.