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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.