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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.