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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.