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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.