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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.