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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.