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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Neu!,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.