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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.