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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Wings,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.