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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.