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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.