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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.