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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.