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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Names,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.