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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Q65,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.