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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.