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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
AZ,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.