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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.