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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.