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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.