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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.