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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.