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 Palau and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
DNA,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.