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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.