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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Brick,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Television,
The Associates,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.