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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Pole,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.