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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.