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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.