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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.