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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.