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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.