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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Japan,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Q65,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.