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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.