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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.