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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.