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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
JFA,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.