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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.