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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.