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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.