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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Television,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.