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 Bangladesh 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.