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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.