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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.