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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.