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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.