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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
CMW,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.