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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.