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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.