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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.