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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.