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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.