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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.