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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.