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 India and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.