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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Crime,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.