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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.