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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
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.