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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.