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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rock 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Wake,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.