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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.