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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.