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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.