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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Gories,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
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.