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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.