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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.