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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.