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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.