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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.