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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.