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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
PIL,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.