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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Monks,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.