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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.