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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Japan,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.