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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.