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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.