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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.