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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.