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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.