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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Organ,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.