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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.