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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.