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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.