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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Pole,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.