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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.