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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Smog,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.