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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Television,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.