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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.