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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.