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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.