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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.