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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.