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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.