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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.