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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.