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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.