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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.