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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.