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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Can,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.