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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.