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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.