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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.