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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.