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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.