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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.