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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Barracudas 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.