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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.