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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.