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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.