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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Monks,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.