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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.