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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.