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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.