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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
New Order,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.