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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.