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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.