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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.