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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.