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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Cymande,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.