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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.