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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.