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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
UT,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.