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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Remains,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.