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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.