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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.