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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.