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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.