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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.