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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.