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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.