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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.