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 Germany 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.