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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Names,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.