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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Organ,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.