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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.