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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.