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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.