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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.