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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.