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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Ronan,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.