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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.