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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
The Names,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.