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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.