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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.