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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.