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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Wire,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.