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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.