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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.