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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.