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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Accadde A 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.