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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.