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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.