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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Nas,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
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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.