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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.