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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.