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 Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.