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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.