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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.