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 Libya and from New York.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.