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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.