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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.