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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.