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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Nas,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.