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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.