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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.