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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.