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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.