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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.