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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.