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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.