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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.